Ghost Host

I swear talking to my Hubby is like talking to a 3 year old sometimes!

I proposed that Hubby do a Guest Post on my blog. Just to mix it up a bit. Whatever he wants to talk about. Tools, bikes, electricity, surveying robots. Whatever.

So he says, "you want me to be a ghost host?"
Me--No, write a guest post.
Hubby--I'd rather write a ghost host post.

Am I talking to Dr. Seuss here? I mean seriously.

Me--Okay, I'll give you a topic, "10 Things that Irritate Me"
Hubby--10 things that irritate YOU?
Me--No. That's the title, you are the author, 10 things that irritate YOU!
Hubby--I think I'm irritating you right now.
Me--Ya think?

-----------------------The Heather Break-------------------------------

10 minutes later

Hubby--Why don't I write about 10 things that make me randy-baby?
Me--Oh.my.god. You didn't just say that.
Hubby--What?
Me--You didn't even know what that meant before Austin Powers came out.
Hubby--Yes, I did!
Me--No, you didn't.
Hubby--You're right.

stay tuned